When you’re seventy-five, you are still going to be you.

I’m not paralyzed by fear about what might have been or what might be. I’m grateful for what is and I make excellent use of what I’ve got.

When you get older, you know that life’s mysteries are revealed in the fullness of time. All you have to do is wait, watch, and be amazed.

Everything negative, useless, and redundant must go.

If you’ve raced home after working ten-hour days to get dinner on the table every night for twenty years…you deserve more than absolution from guilt and the kindness you’d give freely to anyone else. You deserve a gold medal.

You don’t have to know where you’re going. In fact, it’s better if you don’t.

Guilt is unavoidable for mothers.